Cigarettes And A Taste For Regret

by lonelynow   Sep 6, 2008


In dusty car parks you'll find me
Living off cigarettes and a taste for regret
I'm not magnificent, I have no splendour
Just cold secrets and wisdom
You know me, you've seen me
You've touched my face
When the wind blows strong
You taste me on your tongue
I am everything, and forever
I am you and everyone

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